Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 52 Give that person a fatal blow

Aimee entered Patrick's room at one o'clock in the night.

Starting tonight, she'll be giving Patrick new medication.

After one week in a row and a three-day adjustment period, if Patrick's health is good, he is ready for

surgery.

Both Ashton and Kelvin came over, allowing her to get more hands-on with her medical skills.

With their help, Aimee is certain that the surgery will go very well.

Aimee was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that Patrick was awake at the

moment.

Tonight Patrick did not pretend to sleep either, but his eyes followed Aimee's figure.

Aimee gets closer and realizes that Patrick is watching her.

Her body instantly froze and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva before she smiled sarcastically and

said, "Master Patrick , you have fallen asleep."

"I'm awake from my nap, but you, what are you doing in my house at this hour, instead of sleeping?"

Patrick pretended to see her come to his room for the first time.

Aimee hesitated whether to tell the truth or not.

Would Patrick have believed her if she had said it?

But, if she doesn't say anything, then how is she going to inject the liquid in her hand into Patrick's

bottle?

At a moment when Aimee was in a battle of heaven and earth, Patrick suddenly said, "What do you

have in your hand?"

Aimee saw that he had already seen it, so fortunately she confessed, "This is the medicine I mixed for

you to help your body recover."

Patrick was surprised that she was so honest about it.

He looked at Aimee for a long time and said, "What do you mean by that, you can heal me?"

Aimee bit her lip, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

She said, "Master Patrick , maybe you won't believe my words, but I can really heal you."

"What if, you can't cure it?" Patrick asked.

He didn't mean to get on Aimee's bad side, it's just that she's a mediocre little doctor, and anyone who

heard her say such things would just think she was talking out of her ass.

Patrick has seen so many doctors, almost all of them are telling him that his body is no longer working,

this life, can only be so paralyzed.

At best, there are doctors who dare to pack a bag for him that he will not become deformed in the

future because he is bedridden for a long time.

Now Aimee is telling him so bluntly that he can be cured.

If Patrick hadn't heard her say that for the first time, he would have called her ridiculous.

Then, just get rid of her.

Aimee said, "I know that you don't believe me right now, and I will prove it to you with facts, as long as,

you are willing to let me use drugs on you."

Her biggest fear now is that Patrick will refuse to let her use the solution.

Patrick looked at Aimee in silence, but did not say anything.

Just when Aimee was so overwhelmed that she wanted to give up, Patrick suddenly snorted lightly and

said, "Even if I don't approve of your medication, how can you really not use it?"

She hadn't asked his opinion from the first night she entered his room in the dark.

Is it a little too late to say such things to him.

Aimee lowered her eyelashes and replied in her mind, "No, really.

It took her a lot of effort to get this medicine, and it has left one of her best men in a hospital bed, so

she feels sorry for Kareem if she doesn't give it to Patrick.

Not to mention that the drug, really can cure Patrick .

Seeing Aimee's little thought, Patrick tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "Aren't you going to

give me the medicine? You don't need it yet?"

Aimee looked at Patrick with surprise, not expecting him to be so nice.

She immediately leapt to the bottom of the hanging bottle, and when she was about to inject the liquid

inside the bottle, she couldn't help but look at Patrick , and said, "Then I really used it, you can't back

out."

"No." Patrick said in a quiet voice.

He had to admit that he did want to be healed by Aimee.

And, he also had to admit that he had trusted Aimee long ago .

The reason why I didn't pretend to sleep today was also to see if she would talk to herself or not.

Now, since Aimee was so open, Patrick couldn't possibly say no again.

Aimee still couldn't help but say, "Master Patrick , you will feel a lot of pain after this medicine is

injected." when she was injecting the medicine into the bottle.

Her tone was tinged with worry, as if she was afraid that he would refuse her treatment because he

was afraid of pain.

Patrick looked at her expression and said in a light voice, "No harm, it's good to be sore for a while

without sensation for so long."

That's not a lie, Patrick really does think so. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Aimee smiled and felt bad again.

She did not dwell on it and injected the medicine directly into the bottle.

As she watched the medicine flow drop by drop into Patrick's veins, Aimee's heart clenched.

She went to the instrument and set it up.

She said, "Master Patrick , do you know who is trying to harm you?"

"What?" Patrick was still looking at the IV tube, and there was something about him that couldn't wait

for the pain to set in.

When he heard Aimee's question, he turned his head to look at her.

"This apparatus, it was tampered with, I was thinking that the person who could tamper with this

apparatus, must be someone who could come into your room frequently, Master Patrick , can you think

of who it is?" Aimee asked.

Patrick was silent.

About the person who wants to harm him, he naturally has suspicions in his mind.

Only, now is not a good time to beat the bushes.

So, Patrick then said, "I'm not sure."

Aimee has already tuned the instrument, heard Patrick said so sure, frowned a little, suspicious

towards Patrick look over.

She did not see anything unusual in his face.

However, she just felt that maybe Patrick was lying.

Such a feeling made her feel bad.

Not from the fact that Patrick had lied to her, but because, it made Aimee feel that Patrick's side was in

danger.

She retraced her steps to Patrick's side and sat down on the edge of the bed, her gaze falling straight

on Patrick's face.

She said, "Master Patrick , is that something you don't want me to know?"

Aimee is eager to tell Patrick that he can trust her completely and that he can tell her who he suspects.

In this way, maybe, she can help him, catch the man and give the man a fatal blow.

Moreover, Aimee herself had a suspicion in her mind that she had someone to suspect.

It's just that I don't know if it's the right one for Patrick's suspicions.

If it doesn't work out, Aimee is even more worried about what kind of danger Patrick is surrounded by.

Patrick said, "This is something that you should not get involved in."

She can still stay out of it now and can tell the man that she is just a bought and paid for wife who

means nothing to him.

But once she got involved, it was a different matter for that person.

Patrick couldn't put Aimee at risk.

If, indeed, she is able to heal him, then she will mean something even more different to him.

Patrick can't do it with a vengeance.

Aimee doesn't agree with him.

She said, "But, Master Patrick, if that person can easily enter your room, then he must already know

that I'm treating you, I'm not afraid that he will make trouble from it, so that I can't treat you properly,

but, in the eyes of that person, we have long been in the same gang, I don't want to get involved in it,

but also already involved, what do you say."

Patrick naturally understood what Aimee meant by this, and it's not that he hadn't thought of it that way.

But now the enemy is in the dark, they are in the light, now is not the time to die with the other side of

the fish net.

Patrick said, "Wait a little longer, and when the time is right, I'll tell you who it is."

Aimee smiled, then did not continue to ask.

She could already see beads of sweat forming on Patrick's face and knew that Patrick's body was

starting to hurt.

Aimee stood up and said to Patrick, "I'll go wash the towels and come over."